"Clarke," Bellamy began, stepping toward her. She held up her hand to stop him. She tried to look too, tried to make an effort toward something more normal, but ever since he'd accepted the AI she just couldn't quiet bring herself to share his gaze.

"Save it," she sighed and walked toward the window. Their shoulders collided as she did. He hadn't gotten out of her way. He hadn't move a single muscle. She could tell, because since accepting the AI he hadn't been able to put on a real shirt, either. The flesh on the back of his neck was still too soft.

Clarke kept walking anyway.

"We have twelve clans waiting outside," she continued, looking out at the setting sun. "Whatever the problem is, we need it fixed now."

"How are we going to fix this Clarke?" Bellamy growled back in his usual defiant fashion. It might have made her smile, if she hadn't also been wondering if maybe it was Lexa's usual defiance she was hearing.

"I'm Flame Keeper. It's my job to fix this."

"How can you fix this if you won't even look me in the eye Clarke?"

She turned around slowly, but still couldn't meet his gaze. She knew he'd noticed, but she'd still hoped…

"It's not you I'm avoiding Bellamy, I promise."

"It's just me in here, Clarke. I promise."

His voice quieted and her gaze moved up over his bare torso to his face and found his green eyes for the first time in days. Somehow, it felt like longer, which made her wonder if it was Lexa she was seeing. Had something changed behind that deep green since the last time she'd seen it? She couldn't pick out anything new set against his freckles. Maybe she'd just missed their partnership that much, and maybe not…

"With the other AI you could see Alie, but I don't see anyone. I'm alone in here. What if it didn't work?" he continued. Clarke shook her head, still keeping his gaze in hers. Now that she could see his face, she saw the frown that hid the fear.

"It did work Bellamy, otherwise, you would still be seeing Alie too."

"But now I don't see anyone. I don't feel any different aside from my sore neck." Bellamy paused for a while. "I'm sorry. I know how badly you wanted Lexa to be in here, but she isn't."

"Lexa never saw anyone either, not like Alie. She had to concentrate to see them. She told me she had to meditate."

"What if she lied? What if this is all just another lie?"

"Then it never would have gotten Alie out of you."

"Maybe that destroyed it. Maybe to get rid of Alie, Lexa and the rest of the commanders had to die too," Bellamy argued and turned away.

"Maybe." Clarke pursed her lips and moved closer. "Maybe you're just afraid that you're still not alone in your own head."

"You didn't have any right to give me this," he whispered as Clarke set her hand on his arm.

"It was the only way to save you."

"It didn't save me, this is just a different kind of being captive, Clarke. I'm the commander now. Do you know how many grounders I've killed and helped kill?"

"Was I supposed to let Alie kill you?"

"Maybe."

"We don't decide who lives and dies, remember?" she said. He looked at her again, meeting his eyes, she could see the truth. He really was Bellamy and only Bellamy behind those eyes. However the AI worked, it hadn't changed him, hadn't taken his control like Alie.

"Right," he muttered after a while and pulled away from her touch. The hint of a smile twitched the sides of his lips. "But someone else will be deciding that about us if I don't know those names. How much did Lexa tell you about meditation?"